The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter 12

And then the morning sickness came back, God how Harry hated it. He was 9 weeks pregnant and currently head first in the toilet heaving his guts out. Tom had somehow slept through this round of Harry running out of bed and the god awfully loud noises he was making. Harry was absolutely miserable. Another wave of nausea took over him. That had awoken Tom who quickly dashed towards the boy.

Harry did not want to be around Tom right now he just wanted to be by himself. He knew he looked pathetic and though Tom had already seen him in this state Harry didn't care he wanted Tom away. Harry feebly attempted to push the man off but he was too weak. Tom sighed at the attempt but understood what Harry wanted so he half heartedly walked away, deciding to busy himself in another way to help Harry. Harry at the moment was very grateful that the man left. He then pathetically dry heaved face in the toilet, his stomach desperate to be empty of any and all remaining contents.

Eventually his stomach sort of settled and he felt as if he was able to get up. He started brushing his teeth, and when he was done he walked into the bedroom but Tom was nowhere to be found. Harry furrowed his brows in confusion and went looking for the man. Tom was in the sitting room lounging on the sofa with a book in hand, Harry took no notice of the title, which happened to be a book on wizard pregnancy. When Tom noticed Harry, which was immediately, he patted the seat right beside him. Harry suddenly was engulfed in a fit of rage. He had been throwing his guts up and Tom had left to just go read a book? What an asshole. Never mind Harry was the one that shooed him away that wasn't the point.

Harry's face turned red as he quickly turned on his heals and headed back towards the shared bedroom. He slammed the door loudly and threw himself into bed and started sobbing, Harry knew he was being irrational but he couldn't stop. He cater-pillared himself in the blankets and kept on with his crying and eventually he started pouting. Tom knew to let Harry get out the worst of him before intervening. He was in the middle of convincing himself that Tom didn't even care about him or the baby when the bedroom door quietly opened and closed. Harry's crying quieted, he then heard the sound of what sounded like a a food tray being placed on what he assumed what the bedside table.

Tom crawled into bed and put his arms around the young boy. Harry instantly melted and he knew everything he had been thinking was screwed and he wasn't being fair to Tom. Harry turned over and threw himself into Tom, sobbing into his chest. Of course Tom cared about him, he was just giving Harry the space he had asked for. Tom sat there and rubbed his back, whispering reassurances into the young man's ear. Tom gently explained to Harry that he had gotten a nausea potion and prepared some hopefully stomach friendly foods before. "I wanted to come check on you but you really didn't seem to want me there so I gave you space," Harry's crying quieted to just an occasional sniffle here and there.

"I brought you some food, you need to eat sweet boy."

Harry was hungrily nauseous and his stomach churned at the idea of food. "Tom please I don't want to throw up again," he protested.

"I brought a nausea potion, let's take that first and then see what you think you can stomach. Okay?"

Harry nodded knowing he didn't really have a choice. He leaned over Tom to get to the nightstand, grabbing the small bottle filled with the familiar purple liquid, throwing it back. The taste was familiarly disgusting and for a brief second it made his nausea worse before it quickly subsided. He looked at the array of foods that was presented in front of him but they all looked absolutely awful. His face furrowed in disgust. "Harry you have to eat something," Tom said slightly frustrated. (He wasn't frustrated with Harry he was just worried about the boys health.)

It had been a couple days since Harry had really been able to keep anything down, no matter how gentle a food was Harry was soon found in the bathroom. "I think I know what I can keep down," Harry whispered, he knew Tom was not going to like it.